[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Bruce accepted Lydia a little bit in his heart, so he was more cooperative than before in the second half of the photoshoot. Lydia also felt it, and felt that a long-term cooperation in the future was just around the corner, so he had a better attitude towards Bruce.

They met again two nights later, in the charity gallery opened by Wayne Group.

All the reporters were there on Wednesday morning, and no one was absent from the evening press conference. Lydia stood among the reporters, but she didn't seem overwhelmed by her peers.

That's the good thing about being good-looking.

At least when Bruce came to the stage, he saw her cover her mouth and yawned at a glance, turned her head to talk to the tall male reporter beside her, and then turned her head to face him and raised the corners of her mouth.

Then Bruce looked away, scanned all the reporters present, overturned all the speeches written by the secretary before, said a few words in the speech casually, and started the reporter's questioning session.

Probably to save face for Bruce, the questions they asked were very polite and boring.

Lydia felt bored after listening for a while. She didn't come here to hear about the influence of art on stocks. She came here for a holiday.

She looked at him and then at Clark next to her, and finally raised her hand, and Bruce clicked her almost immediately.

"I have a personal question that I am very interested in. I hope Mr. Wayne can answer it," Lydia asked with a smile, tilting the notebook slightly with the pen cap in her hand, and continued to ask when she saw Bruce nodded slightly. Go on, "Mr. Wayne, what do you think of superheroes? Like Iron Man in New York, Superman in Metropolis—oh yes, and Batman in Gotham."

The audience was silent for a second, and then all the reporters present began to whisper. Reporters like big news. Although Lydia's question has nothing to do with this art exhibition, they always have a way to add this interesting question to the report .

Helen tugged at Lydia's skirt, but Lydia didn't even look at her and winked at Bruce.

Although her question was a bit tricky, her expression was frank, as if she didn't know Bruce's identity at all.

Bruce stared at Lydia for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "They have maintained world peace, I admire it very much-Mr. Stark is probably the richest superhero."

He paused, and the smile on his face widened a bit: "...he is also the most powerful superhero on the rich list, anyway, this also accounts for the two most, I think he will be happy."

Everyone laughed in good faith. Bruce walked down from the stage and ended the questioning session. The reporters had just heard something interesting, so how could they let him go? They surrounded him and blocked his way.

Clark was not interested in crowding, so he walked to the periphery of the crowd with Lydia. Lydia saw that Bruce would not be able to break through the crowd for a while, so she turned her head and smiled at Clark: "Go to see the painting?"

This gallery is open to the public free of charge. The paintings in it are all bought by the Wayne Group from all over the world. Although not all of them are works of famous artists, they are all of good quality.

Even Lydia, who is not very artistic, thinks these paintings are pretty.

But she didn't invite Clark to look at the painting because she suddenly wanted to be romantic (?). She looked at the painting in front of her and asked directly: "Clark, what do you think of the superman in your metropolis?"

Clark turned to look at her, and Lydia turned around with a smile, facing Clark, and said frankly, "I know who you are."

The friendly atmosphere accumulated in the daily chats of the past two days suddenly disappeared. Clark looked directly at Lydia, and the bones on his cheeks moved slightly, as if he was gritting his teeth.

He frowned slightly, and his expression finally faded away from Clark's shyness, revealing the seriousness and coldness of Superman.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to offend." Lydia spread her hands and took a step back, expressing that she was not malicious, "I didn't tell anyone, and I won't tell anyone."

She deliberately chose a recessed place to confess, to ensure that the two of them would not be seen by others. In fact, she didn't feel guilty at all. After all, Clark's disguise was so thin, he just wore a pair of glasses. Anyone familiar with him must know his identity.

Not one more her.

She stared at Clark calmly for a while, and finally Clark looked away and looked at a painting. Although his expression was serious, he didn't seem to be in a bad mood. Lydia took a step closer tentatively, and then Standing beside him, Clark didn't respond.

Clark took a step back, and Lydia naturally took a step forward.

"Why did you join the newspaper?" Lydia turned her head slightly to look at the profile of Clark, who was pretending to be admiring the painting, and asked tentatively, "You are actually not suitable for such a job, because you don't like interviewing people. .”

Clark looked at her from the corner of his eye. Lydia was a head shorter than him. From this angle, he could only see her long eyelashes moving, and the corners of her lipsticked mouth slightly upturned. Then he heard her say: "I Seen all the reports on Superman."

In fact, she has seen almost all the news about superheroes, which is the benefit of being in a newspaper office.

She paused, then continued: "You will show up wherever you are needed, and I guess that's why you joined the newspaper."

Lydia looked up at Clark with a smile: "You need a place that can provide you with first-hand information, so that you can save more people."

Clark looked at her and said nothing, Lydia thought about it quickly, and felt that her reasoning should be correct, so she looked at Clark calmly and said sincerely: "You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. "

Lydia wasn't lying.

She earns money from these chaoying photos and autographs, she is not any chaoying fan girl, but that doesn't mean she doesn't respect these people.

Clark stared into her green eyes for a few seconds before finally saying, "I'll be back tonight."

Lydia knew that she had achieved her goal again, so she took a step back and just asked: "If I go to the Metropolis, will you entertain me? I'm very curious about your fiancée."

Clark didn't speak, Lydia reached out and grabbed his wrist: "I thought we were still friends?"

"We will welcome you." Clark said helplessly, and Lydia let go of her hand in satisfaction, and waved goodbye to him with a smile: "I look forward to meeting your fiancée."

Clark left first, and Lydia waited until they officially ended the press conference, and then got into the car prepared by the Wayne Group with the big team, and drove back to the hotel in a mighty manner.

Helen and Lydia were in the same car. She had been driving around Bruce just now, and now she looked a little excited. She was saying good things about Bruce along the way, and Lydia's arm was about to be broken by her shaking.

While appeasing Helen's over-excited emotions, she looked out the car window.

This is not the way to come.

Lydia looked at the driver in front. He was looking straight ahead, driving the car smoothly, and the front and rear cars were also within sight. Everything seemed normal.

However, just as she looked back, the radio in the car suddenly rang the sound of electricity, followed by a slightly nervous voice with a slight trill: "Good evening, everyone."